He walks,

slowly uphill,

to that moment,

that shining moment of glory,

where the adrenaline is high,

and his pride glows.

He gets a beat,

a steady beat,

determined to make it to his goal.

He almost slips a couple of times,

but he is going to make it.

At last at the top,

is high,

his moment,

it's great.

Until he begins to fall downhill,

he catches him self but ends up sliding on his

rear-end that whole way down.

Not a very satisfactory ending to his moment.

His wind blown face is shocked,

he gets up,

slowly,

for he aches all over.

He turns around,

and marches right back up where he fell.

Determined,

to do it all again,

to make it right.

He believes in himself.